What I am NOT doing this summer.
It seems my life is not my own anymore. Not my blog life, my commenting life, my reality TV life, my Gilmore Girls life, my out-to-lunch life or my play-mindless-games-on-my-iPhone life. Right now it is all my Moooooom-life and moving-sometime-in-the-future life. No time for anything else. Right now as I am doing this it is cutting into my Laundry-Maven life. But I will sacrifice a batch of stinky underwear for my blog-life. So here are a few things I wish I had time to write about...
*How I took two little boys to the drive-in last week in my husband's whiny, finicky car and the battery died before the movie was over. No radio. I told Coltito to stick his head out the sunroof so he could hear the movie coming from someone else's car. I then had to ask big-white-truck man and yellow-shirt guy for help. I did not know how to pop the hood nor where the battery was. It was in the trunk. Stupid car, deserves to get hit again. All the while JarBear slept in the backseat. Wish I could have traded him places.
*How I am having to "stage" my house to get it sold. It is not enough to just clean the toilets and pick the toys up off the floor anymore. Apparently my house of seven people is supposed to look like no one lives here. No family pics and very little furniture. So my SIL who is an interior decorator and should have her own show on HGTV and my MIL, came over to help me stage. We moved out furniture, packed up boxes of games, books and stuffed animals. (Wish I could pack up kids. What? I would leave air holes)! I am having to make everything look organized and pristine. Two words that have never been on my agenda. So now I have to rent a STORAGE UNIT, for MY furniture. So tiring, so overwhelming. So makes me want to hit the chocolate and go into a diabetic coma.
*How during our staging process on Saturday, four weary, stinky, smelled-like-Smokey-the-Bear, campers camp home from their week-long adventures. My house immediately smelled like campfire and my laundry piles begged to be doused with lighter fluid and taken out of their misery. My hubby had grown a beard to enhance his male bonding experience. It was thick and red and would have been the envy of any Kris Kringle wanna-be. (For the sake of our love life, it is now shaved).
*How five of my kids are home. All. Day. Long. How I have to-do lists for them that are greeted with eye-rolling or a glazed over stare. How by noon I am so tired of the word "mom" I want to scream. (But they are already screaming, so they wouldn't even notice). How I would love the "what are we going to do today mom?" question turned into "what can I do for you today mom?".
So those are a few of things I would like to blog about but don't have time. Maybe in September, when the kids are back in school, I will catch you all up on the Life-and-Times-of-the-Insane.